How I Met My Mother
In order for you to fully understand my story I need to start 26 years ago in Tacoma, Washington. Born into the world was a little brown starfish with more hair than cousin It. She was cute. She was 4 pounds. She was me. I won't go in to too much detail in order to respect my mother's privacy, but she wasn't at a place in her life where she could take care of me so I went into foster care. My birth mother came to a couple visits to see me, but shortly after, she disappeared. Two years later this awesome couple adopted me and a family was born. My parents were open with me about my adoption from Day 1. I never knew anything about my birth mother except what I could find on my birth certificate: name, birth date, etc. Despite being happy, there was always a missing piece. I just wanted to KNOW. I wanted to know where I came from. I wanted to know what happened. I wanted to meet the person whose toes I inherited! That sounds really silly but it's true. Yo